THE MOST JELLYFISHY RANDOMISH STORY EVER
You start to sing like a canary. And I must say, you do a rather good imitation. It sounds so much like a canary in fact, that before long some guy dressed like King Arthur comes wandering over a hillside, his hand cupped to his ear.
"Bless my soal, where might I find this marvelous bird? I must bring it back to my true love as a gift, and then we shall wed!" He looks around for a moment and his eyes rest on you.
"I say there, peasant!" he calls. "Have you any notion as to where I can find the singer of that sweet song? For a bird of that quality must be given as a gift to a lady - there can be no greater purpose!"
There is a pause as you stare at this man dressed as if he just popped up out of Camelot.
"Bless my soal, where might I find this marvelous bird? I must bring it back to my true love as a gift, and then we shall wed!" He looks around for a moment and his eyes rest on you.
"I say there, peasant!" he calls. "Have you any notion as to where I can find the singer of that sweet song? For a bird of that quality must be given as a gift to a lady - there can be no greater purpose!"
There is a pause as you stare at this man dressed as if he just popped up out of Camelot.